When it’s too much drama

You are the love of my life.

You are the reason I breathe.

My life is nothing without you.

I’d rather die than not have you.

I adore you.

All of the above, and many more, are excessively passionate words of love you hear in telenovelas, and they drive me crazy.

I think I’ve become cynical, sort of. Maybe at some point in my life, just maybe because I do have some doubts, I might have used terms like these in my Romance stories, and even played with them outside fictional stories. Today, at this point in my life, with my experiences and I guess less desire for the dramatic, I have no patience for such fussy, excessive and dramatic passion.

I still believe in love. I always will. I believe in the confession, true confession of love, but with less drama and more reality.

I don’t see how anyone can be the reason I breathe, or anyone breathes. Or anyone’s life being nothing without this one person. You are an individual. Someone is meant to complement you or be a part of your life, not take over your life and become that life. No, for God’s sake.

I just find it too unreal. Too excessive. In a way, somewhat obsessive.

Love shouldn’t enslave or make less the one loving and the loved.